Hmm
Yeah man the FMB way man
That fast money way
Fast motherfuckin' money
We don’t think the same
We don't talk the same
We don't walk the same nigga, huh, no
You thinkin’
Nigga I'm thinkin'
You thinkin'
Nigga I'm thinkin'
Nigga I'm thinkin' rich
Nigga you thinkin’ poor
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door
I’m thinkin' Vettes
I’m thinkin' Porsche
I like them Lamborghinis, I fuck with the horse
We hit his block, knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"
You know I'm back at it
Bitch I got bad habits
I like to live lavish
I'm never lit average
I got [?] make you stand backwards
Everything I spit be fire, I’m a real dragon
I ain't always get it
I ain't always have it
I couldn't always flip it
I couldn't always stash it
I drop out of school
I couldn't get my masters
Now we racing coupes tryna see which one's the fastest
If I point, he gon' shoot, we don't give no passes
If they get tipped, them bitches gone, we don't get back no glasses
Your label's calling back to back, dumb bitches keep harassin'
Once my foot got on the gas, bitch I started mashin'
My bitch want her body done, my mama want an Astro
My little sis want a boutique and bitch I want [?]
My side bitch want a baby but I can't chance it
Can't have no baby by no slut, freak bitch dancing
My chain like a slut freak bitch, it keep dancin'
I got my eyes on this freak bitch, she keep glancin'
I got my eyes on niggas too, they keep lookin'
They [?] the kid but they keep bookin'
I told Scuba, "Keep dancin', they can keep shinin'"
We gon' get that big bag as long as we keep grindin'
And we got them ARs with the monkey nuts
8 Ball brewing in his cell, waking his bunkie up
Young dog at the spot early, workin' the junkies up
Catch a nigga while he leavin' church, we don't give a fuck
Pick a barrel, [?], make 'em give it up
Nigga still might get shot when you give it up
Dead men can't say shit, tell 'em dig 'em up
We might spin around the block and watch 'em pick 'em up
These niggas claimin' that they real but they ain't real as us
Bitch I just threw my bag and I zipped it up
I'm thinkin' rich
Nigga you thinkin' poor
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door
We hit his block, knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"
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